[Verse 1]

Yeah, they talkin' on me quite a bit

But I'm literally fuckin' they bitch

Diamonds bitin' down like a damn pit

I might go ahead like I'm in a damn pit

Outfit literally look like a lick

Chopper missed him cause it got a kick

Making hits off of diamonds, they heavensent

Can't no one fuck with me, I'm the better man

Put the gauge to his chest like a letterman

Name dropping me, you considered a deader man

In this bitch in all white like the Benedict

Me and Darby like Redman and Method Man (Pause, what?)

I'm the shit that you ain't trying to be stepping in

And my shawty, she got a lil pump

Young and rich, how I feel like Lil Pump

Like my girlfriends to be a lil plump

I don't cuff cause I know I'ma dump

Aye, but I'm in love with Teanna Trump

Talking down on my gang you get jumped

Hit that boy till his head got a lump

I ain't skeevin' yo' head, I'ma slump

Seen him said he gonna run up on downtime, that's a bad idea

[?], take a seat like it's Ikea

Uzi Rotten ahead of all you rappers by some damn light years

You not gon' get near

You gon' be stuck here

Uh, hit him

I'm finna stick up my team like my dog go outside, I said "Sic em'"

I seen them hatin', those rappers try to clique up and make a diss bout me, that shit had me tipped up, uh

Jealous, I know you jealous, my flexing so bad I'm a mufuckin' felon

Air Force G Fazos I'ma mufuckin' stepping, I'm crushing you cats like I stepped on a melon

Uh, finesse the pack, I'm runnin' right off

My bag Supreme, but also Lacoste

I buy, I buy, don't care bout the cost

They talk, they talk, but they ain't all us

I ain't talk teeth when I say I floss

You boys is lame, recycle then toss

Say how I run shit, boy I'm the boss

My pants a price, you shopping at Ross

Uh, look look, uh

Look look, look look, look look, look look, uh

Zero free time cause I'm booked up, uh

Over you boys, better look up

They cannot know what we cook up, uh

I almost had it with rapping

I almost quit cause I had it, uh

Shit would've really been tragic, bitch

[Bridge]

Man, you already know what the fuck goin' on

It's Uzi Rotten shit

Icy Rotten shit

Uzi Boys shit, aye

[Verse 2]

My grip is so hard around my chains until my neck hurt

Catch me with a bitch that got like ten Ms on her net worth

I told shawty 'fore we fuck, I gotta see your net worth

My girl got no sweater, she don't really like to network

I just quit my job cause I'm in [?], I dread work

Now I chase a bag so hard, my muthafuckin' legs hurt

Now I need a sack

Bitch, I need a rack

Bitch, I need a Tesla

Need that hoe all black

My gang Icy Rotten, talking on it you get smacked

I need my whole water covered up in nun' but plaques

Look, look

Aye

Aye (Rotten life)

[Verse 3]

Aye, fuck out my face (Bitch!)

If it ain't cash I ain't coming yo' way, ay

Mom need a Range, ay

So I don't do shit if I do not get paid

Full speed, no brakes

I go full speed in this rap shit all day

Don't fuck with the fake

It's Uzi and Rotten my roster all day

Talk shit, you done

Whole team got wasps, even Granny got guns

This shit not for fun (Nah)

Play with my funds and you dead in a month

You rappers my sons

Or matter fact, clones, y'all look like some bums, ay

For this bag I'ma run, ay

My team gettin' money from Sunday to sun, bitch

[Outro]

Ay, look look

Skrt (skrt)

Look, look

Look, look

Aye, skrt

Bitch!

Look, look

Look, look

Skrt

Aye, downtime

Rotten life